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RBI focuses on using expressive writing, design-oriented work, photography, media, research, and community input to fuel fat positive, body acceptance, discussion, and outreach. Our goal is to redefine the way we view and think about body image, size, fat, discrimination, health, fitness, wellness, mental/chronic illness, stigma, and other related topics.

We are constantly redefining our own perspectives, and therefore tend to write a lot about our personal experiences. Many followers and contributors are living with anorexia, bulimia, body dysmorphic disorder, depression, and a variety of other body image disorders or mental illnesses, so please be respectful and remember that health applies differently to everyone. Any and all potentially triggering content will be prefaced with a trigger warning.

RBI supports all races, genders, classes, and sizes. We try our best to make this a safe space for everyone. If we are not doing our job or checking our privilege, we invite you to please inform us.

Some of the artwork you see here has been created by our founder or moderators, some sourced when applicable. Please be kind enough to source this blog whenever you share it's content.

We are not health professionals. Any and all advice provided on this blog is supported only by our own research, studies, and personal experiences; nothing more.

This blog is part of the Safe Space Network.
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I went through a dark period in my life where depression knocked me right off my feet. I ended up being hospitalized at a mental health facility for 9 days. I got discharged and was doing better, but I kept falling into the pit of depression and going back to the hospital. Throughout this process I was using not only self injury but food as a coping skill to deal with my unhelpful thoughts and feelings. I gained a lot of weight in the past year. Starting last summer I began to completely hate my body. I would have panic attacks if I looked in the mirror too long because I couldn’t stand the skin I was in. Never in a million years would I have dreamed of submitting a photo like this. But I have found blogs like this and I am working as hard as I can to love myself, and it is paying off. I can now proudly say that I love my belly, my stretch marks, my thighs, my lack of collarbones, my arms, my scars, and everything in between. This is my body, and I am not ashamed. ♥ http://s-ecular.tumblr.com

Exactly two years ago, I sat apprehensively in the reception area of the public health clinic in San Francisco’s Castro neighborhood, waiting for my name to be called. If all went according to plan, I would leave that evening with my first prescriptions for estradiol and spironolactone — day 1 on hormones. I had just come from work, and because only a handful of my colleagues knew about my transition, I was still presenting as a boy (albeit an androgynous one wearing gold eye shadow). I remember looking around the room at the other trans girls sitting nearby. I couldn’t wait to be just like them — to have people see me as my true gender and to finally start feeling comfortable in my body.”

…READ THE REST. DO IT.

Yahoo posted an article about the fixation on thigh gaps leading to/encouraging anorexia and other eating disorders today.  It barely scrapes the surface of body image issues, but it’s a start.

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“St. Fatty 2x4 Purifies the Holy Kingdom”

30” x 22”

Relief on muslin with gold leaf, dye

2012

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http://www.culinaryconcoctionsbypeabody.com/2012/12/02/apricot-white-chocolate-and-toasted-walnut-scones/

just thought the story in this post (and the recipe, which like all of Peabody’s is a tasty thing :D) would really fit your awesome blog.

Peabody’s blog is a joy. She’s funny and the pictures are great. Reading her blog cheers me up a lot of the time when I need it. For anyone not a Peabody fan already, please go over to her blog. She’s a funny, positive lady who plays ice hockey and bakes delicious stuff.

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http://www.popsci.com/science/article/2012-12/kids-fukushima-are-staying-indoors-and-now-theyre-most-overweight-japan

No. This is not satire. Thin privilege is writing about these kids who have been through so much pain, suffering, and terror that is probably still so fresh in their memory as if they were research subjects.

I’m a (thin) journalist. This entire story is about how they had to stay home because THEIR WORLD WAS ERUPTING AND FLOODING AND BEING WRECKED and now they gained weight. Like, fuck you journalism. This is the worst slant on the worst lead on the worst story of all time.

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I am fat.

And for the first time in my young life…

I am okay with that.


As I write this, I am sitting in my size 20 dark-wash skinny jeans.

You read that right. Skinny jeans — that somehow miraculously hug my butt, hips, thighs, and calves without making my stomach protrude unnaturally. Skinny jeans that make me look, well, really good.

On top of these magical jeans, I am wearing a size XL faded teal 3-quarter-sleeve fitted shirt with buttons halfway down the front, mostly unbuttoned so I feel neither choked nor awkward. It hangs just at my hips, which is remarkable considering my tall torso.

I am happy with how I look, even though I still have bulges I’d rather not have.

But it most certainly has not always been the case.


Read more about the body I have on Crooked Neighbor, Crooked Heart.

Relevant to the discussion of fat-shaming doctors, this is a list of doctors worldwide who cater to fat-bodied individuals. Many of the doctors on this list offer things such as larger blood pressure cuffs, bigger hospital gowns, and don’t blame every medical problem a patient comes in with.

It’s not by any means a full list, nor does it cover every area, so if you have a fat-friendly doctor who’s not on the list, get in contact with the site to get them added!

This is an excellent resources so I thought it would be of help to those who face stigma from their current medical professionals :)

During an interview with the Australian Sun-Herald, Christina Hendricks refused to answer a question about being an “inspiration to full-figured women.” 

Off camera, Christina replied, “I think calling me full-figured is just rude.”

I FIND IT RUDE THAT MISS HENDRICKS IS OFFENDED.

Seriously though, what the fuck is rude about being called full-figured? She’s obviously not fat but I’d say full-figured is an accurate term, I mean the girl is totes filled out, so why not own it? Damn.

I think the definition of HAES should be any personal health practice that is health-centric and weight neutral. So health is pursued through healthy habits and without an attempt to manipulate body size. Other than that I think that people’s prioritization of their health and the path they take to get there is up to them and any health care providers they choose to consult.

I think there is activism to be done around HAES, especially as it relates to access. Nobody is required to practice HAES or any other health practice, but if you want to practice healthy habits then there shouldn’t be barriers to that – you should have access to the foods you choose, movement options that you enjoy that are both physically and psychologically safe (so that you can, for example, go swimming at your gym’s pool without any fear of being shamed), and affordable evidence-based healthcare (so your doctor listens to you and gives you interventions proven to help your symptoms and does not bring up weight other than if there are unexplained gains or losses, or to prescribe a proper dose of medication.) There is tons of work and activism to be done around access and it’s really important work.

I don’t think that we should use HAES as a platform to do size acceptance activism because I think that we should avoid even the intimation that some level of health or healthy habits is required for access to basic human respect and the rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. There is absolutely NO health requirement to demand your civil rights. You don’t owe anybody “health” or “healthy habits” (especially not by their definition, and not by any definition at all.) You do deserve, and have the right to demand, respect and the rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness in the body you have right this minute – whatever your size, health and dis/ability.

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“Are Health at Every Size and Size Acceptance the Same?” by Ragen Chastain

All I ever do is quote Ragen, but I mean…come on. She’s such a wonderful teacher.

I also just realized that I mostly refer to Fat Acceptance, sometimes Size Acceptance, and wonder if I shouldn’t nail down my wording and stance more carefully.

I’ve recently started up a pro-dyslexia blog/meme to explain a bit more about the condition but I am currently low on submissions/members so I was hoping for a cheeky bit of promotion. I am trying to get people to embrace the condition and the positives it can bring. It’ll hopefully bring dyslexics closer together and act as a bit of a support network as well. 

Dyslexic Duckling

The other members of the INLT (the International Neuroatypical League of Tumblr) :

Sensory Sea Turtle

ADHD Aardvark

Misophonia Meerkat

Tourettes Toucan

Autistic Kitten

Dyscalculic Dolphin

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You should follow this project on Facebook, because it is boss.

Look. I don’t want people to die. I don’t want the next generation of kids to have lower life-expectancies than their parents. I want people to be healthy! But first of all, though weight loss can certainly improve some people’s health, “fat” does not universally equal “unhealthy.” Health itself is a much more effective and specific goal. And campaigns like this—which target fat people instead of the system that makes them fat—do nothing but hurt that supposed cause. An anti-fat-people campaign is still an ANTI-PEOPLE CAMPAIGN. And I’m pretty sure that treating people (fat people are people!) like animals, cartoonish ice cream addicts, and disease vectors is decidedly bad for people’s health. The times in my life when I’ve been healthiest align directly with the times I’ve been happiest. This is not a loose correlation.

Here’s a thought, America: If you really want people to be healthier (I’m not entirely convinced that you do, but that’s another article altogether), why don’t we treat the concept of getting healthy the way that getting healthy actually works? There is nothing that anyone is going to do or say that’s going to make fat people skinny tomorrow. Sorry. There is no magic commercial that’s going to shame people into becoming thin overnight—just like there’s no housewife who discovered one weird trick to burning off belly fat. It’s just not going to happen. The real problem is much bigger, much harder to solve, and much less fun for people who get off on hating fat people.

The truth is that we live in a country where the system of food production is colossally fucked. There is a systematic campaign to trick people into eating garbage because garbage is cheap to produce. There are whole communities who either can’t afford or physically can’t access fresh, healthy ingredients. The “obesity epidemic” is not a “fat kids love Cheetos epidemic.” No fat people are up in arms when you criticize Kellogg’s for claiming that Frosted Flakes are “part of a nutritious breakfast.” No fat people get defensive when you make fun of that LUDICROUS Nutella commercial where the mom says she feeds her kids candy-spread for breakfast because it’s “wholesome nuts with a hint of cocoa” or whatever. Because those things? They are what’s known as ACTUAL PROBLEMS.

And you know what? Even if we managed to fix our insane food production and distribution system, there will still be fat people and that will be just fine. There have always been fat people. There are fat people like me, who hardly ever eat any processed foods. There are fat people with glandular issues. There are disabled fat people who would love to exercise but can’t. There are healthy fat people. And sure, there are fat people who—fuck it—just really really like Cheetos. Guess what? Those people are allowed to exist too! There are a million different kinds of fat people in the world because FAT PEOPLE ARE PEOPLE. And kids are people. And if your solution to this “problem” is telling already vulnerable fat kids that they’re an epidemic that’s ruining the world, then fuck you. Try harder.

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“It’s Hard Enough to Be a Fat Kid Without the Government Telling You You’re an Epidemic” by Lindy West

This article and those fucking hateful ads make me want to launch a pro-fat pro-health pro-people campaign. PRO EVERYTHING. BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE IS DOING IT WRONG. 

Seriously. Give me the funds, the time, and a badass creative team and I will change some fucking minds. I want to so terribly. Maybe one day. Until then, I’ll keep putting my little graphics out into the world. Small-scale is better than none.

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Here’s a link. Awesome read, thank you!

I can actually completely relate to this.

Right as I had begun to fully accept myself and love my body and become a totally confident, awesome babe, I began losing weight. Because of reasons that I really don’t like to talk about because they are personal and it’s a long story and BLARGH. But yes. This has also happened to me.

Just when I got comfortable with self identifying as a beautiful fat lady, my body decided to lose some weight and now, I can’t claim that identity anymore. And it super sucks. And right now I am kind of in the middle of a massive identity crisis where I just don’t know how to identify.

Furthermore, right as this was happening, I finally was starting to go out on dates. Now, I don’t know (because I’m not about to go back and interview these guys) if these guys were interested in me because I was so confident, because I wasn’t afraid to put myself out there, or because of my new, more slender body. And it freaks me out not knowing. 

I have a boyfriend now. He’s being really amazing about all of this as I go through it all and try to figure everything out. He’s super skinny, which comes with it’s own set of baggage, and we’re helping each other out a lot. Last night he sent me this. I don’t think he realized how much of an impact it would make on me, how it would make me cry and eventually decide that maybe I didn’t need to label my body. That it is mine and I should love it just as much as someone else  does and I shouldn’t get caught up in this one aspect of my identity.

So maybe one day I will revisit that aspect of my identity. But for right now, I’ve decided that I need to love my new body just as much as my old one, and not read too much into things. After all it isn’t it’s fault.

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